Betwixt
by Trisha Smith-Pierce
Bangkok, Thailand
The river gushes down my face
Tears twist and turn
Dodging knuckles
Pressed against my cheeks
I peek between finger slivers
And cloudy pools
Seeing a hydra ocean surge
Justice ready to shroud me
It’s coming to claim me
Teeth snap and snarl
An unyielding desire
Covets, waits to consume
But it cannot
For He is there
Standing star-shaped
Stretched wide, legs, arms
He stays the cresting wave
White light radiates
Filling the vacancy
Betwixt me and justice
His love rushes around me
Tears dry and waterless
Bowing my head
Lowered in a song of praise.
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